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04-09-2007, 04:26 AM
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Location: Central USA
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In The Gray Of Morning
New here and thought I'd post one on mine....
In The Gray Of Morning She rests easy in the gray of morning The outline of her body, soft and alluring, in the dim light Her eyes are shining, and so alive They dance with an inner rhythm They are mirrors into her soul They hold me… She stretches leisurely, seductively, with an inborn grace She is naked and beautiful Her form in the grayness of this morning Brings to mind Grecian poetry An inspired ode to a Goddess An enchantment… She is aware of me watching her A hint of smile creases her lips She looks into my eyes I look back and I see her inner rhythm there Dancing free… dancing free It holds me… We move together… Her hair is long, cascading around her shoulders, tangled First touch and it is electrifying A union of spirits A soft awareness A dream… She whispers to me, and the words don’t matter I know what she means I know how she feels We are soft-edged lovers in the gray dimness of morning And for now… There is no world outside…
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